The beauty of the objects in the museum sometimes depresses me, mostly because they make me aware of the poor quality of objects in my own home and for sale everywhere. It is unlikely that anything I have right now, with the exception of a few special pieces, will last 100 years, let alone thousands.
Truly, some pieces in the museum are very naïve; some of our cheapest toys look better made and more realistic. But neither Barbies nor Xboxes are handmade with one individual in mind, instead they are mindless reproduced in the hundreds of thousands. The treasures in the museum are special and I feel very lucky to connect with long gone peoples, no matter how tenuously.